Challenge
Completely Open Ended...
....you as a baby, wherever it takes you... or your character...
These bars
These bars
are so familiar
they are
it must be
the way
I took off
or the refrain
the whole note
a weeping
tumbler makes
on the table
hot or cold
& the pause
of staff
in the sweep
it takes, for
swift change
of sheets
These bars
are so familiar
they are
it must be
the sip
of fresh air
just beyond
the painted grate
or its illusion
out there...
the lullaby
wafting on,
on story time
to where we're
safe &
snuggled
between
...caked figs
smuggling the
communal
monkey
wrench in
These bars
are so familiar
they are
suddenly
on whim
circus like
flying & thin
in a ribcage we're
no longer fitting
These bars
These bars
with their heat
& their chill
their keep
& their steel
These bars
by which
we've sharpened
our feels...
& swooshed
them clean
2024 JUL 04
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